Lorenna Fields really enjoys her job and takes it seriously! When a man, blinded from an accident on Lake Michigan is one of her patients, she contemplates breaking her strict rule of never getting involved with a patient.
Both Lorenna and her patient have secrets, Lorenna has a birthmark, she believes disfigures her and her patient has his own past, that is shameful in it’s own way. Can they overcome their own lack of confidence in themselves and let it make them better? Can Lorenna find love that she believed never possible, or will she push it away?
This story is skillfully woven with all the find crafting of a novel. Amnesia, blindness, and murderous step-sons are all part of the triangle in this story. This story will complete some parts of the story left untold in Uncertain Heart by the same author. This third book is a wonderful addition to this series and any library. – Martha
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Realms (January 4, 2011)
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In addition to writing, Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar speaks at writers conferences and for womens groups. She has taught workshops at conferences such as: Write-To-Publish American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), Oregon Christian Writers Conference, Mount Hermon Writers Conference, and many other writers conferences. Andrea is also co-founder of the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) organization. For many years she served on the advisory board and was also CEO of the ACFW.
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List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 304 pages
Publisher: Realms (January 4, 2011)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Do you think hell live, Dr. Hamilton? The gray-haired man with bushy whiskers pondered the question for several moments, chewing on his thick lips as he weighed his reply. Yes, I think he will, he finally said. Of course, hes not out of the woods yet, but it seems hes coming around.
Lorenna Fields breathed a sigh of relief. It had been two whole days with nary a sign of life from this half-drowned man, but finallyfinallyhe showed signs of improvement.
Youve done a good job with this patient, Nurse Fields. The physician drew himself up to his full height, which barely met Rennas five feet six inches. I dont think hed be alive today if you hadnt given him such extraordinary care.
Thank you, Dr. Hamilton, but it was the Lord who spared this man and the Lord who gave me the strength and skill to nurse him. The old physician snorted in disgust. Yes, well, it might have had something to do with the fact that youve got a brain in your
head, Nurse Fields, and the fact that you used it too, I might add!
Renna smiled inwardly. Dr. Hamilton always disliked it when she gave God the credit for any medical advancement, especially the miracles. Yet Rennas intelligence and experience werent typical of women her age, and she determined to use them to Gods glory.
The patient moaned, his head moving from side to side.
Easy now, Mr. Blackeyes. Renna placed a hand on the mans muscular shoulder. Its all right. She picked up the fever rag from out of the cold water, wrung it once, and set it on the patients burning brow.
Dr. Hamilton snorted again, only this time in amusement. Mr. Blackeyes? How in the world did you come by that name, Nurse Fields?
She blushed but replied in all honesty. Its his eyes, Doctor. Theyre as black as pitch and as shiny as polished stones. And since we dont know his true identity, Ive named him Mr. Blackeyes.
I see. Dr. Hamilton could barely contain his laughter.
Well, I had to call him something now, didnt I? She wrung the fever cloth more tightly.
Ah, yes, I suppose you did. Dr. Hamilton gathered his instruments and put them into his black leather medical bag. Well, carry on, Nurse Fields. He sounded tired. If your patients fever doesnt break by morning, send for me at once. However, I think
it will, especially since we got some medicine and chicken broth into him tonight.
Renna nodded while the old man waved over his shoulder as he left the hospital ward.
Returning her attention to her patient, Renna saw that he slept for the moment. His blue-black hair, which had just a slight wave to it, shone beneath the dampness of the fever. The stifling late summer heat of the room threatened to bring his temperature even higher.
Wiping a sleeve across her own beaded brow, Renna continued to sponge down her patient. Poor Mr. Blackeyes had been found floating in Lake Michigan after a terrible storm the past Sunday. The crew of the passing ship that found him had thought he was dead at first. But they pulled him aboard anyway. The ships doctor immediately examined him and detected a heartbeat, so he cared for him until the ship docked in Chicagos harbor. As soon as the sailors could manage it, Mr. Blackeyes was deposited at Mercy Hospital and admitted to the second floor and into Rennas care. Now, two days later, he finally showed some improvement.
Pulling the fever rag from the round porcelain bowl filled with cool water, Renna replaced it carefully across Mr. Blackeyess forehead. She could tell this man was different from the usual unknowns that the hospital acquired. His dark features somehow implied sophistication, even through several days growth of beard. And his powerful broad shoulders and muscular arms indicated the strength of a man accustomed to lifting or hoisting. And he was handsome, all right. A ladys man, no doubt.
But who are you, Mr. Blackeyes? Renna murmured, gazing down at him.
As if in reply, the man groaned.
Renna settled him once more and then slowly stood. She forced her mind to dwell on her other patients as she made her rounds through the sick ward, a large room with whitewashed walls and a polished marble floor. Eight beds, four on each side, were neatly lined in rows, leaving a wide area in the center of the ward.
Moving from bed to bed, Renna checked each patient, thankful that this ward wasnt full: only Mr. Anderson, suffering from a farming accident in which he lost his left arm; Mr. Taylor, who had had pneumonia but had recovered and would soon be released;
and, finally, young John Webster, who had been accidentally shot in the chest by his brother. It appeared the wounded young man wouldnt live through the night, and his family had gathered around him, his mother weeping.
Taking pity on the Webster family, Renna set up several wooden screens to allow them some privacy. Then she checked on John. She could see death settling in. She was somewhat accustomed to the sight, as shed trained in a Union military hospital in Richmond, Virginia, during the Civil War. Still, watching a life slip away never got easier. But in this case Renna took heart that the Websters were people with a strong faith. Young John would soon go home to be with his Savior.
Can I get anything for you, Mrs. Webster? Renna asked the boys mother now.
A tall, very capable-looking woman, she shook her head. Several brunette curls tumbled from their bun.
Renna asked the same thing of the boys brother and father, but both declined.
I didnt mean ter shoot im, Ma! the brother declared. He suddenly began to sob.
Aw, I know ya didnt mean it, son, Mrs. Webster replied through her own tears. It was an accident. That anyone can see!
Tell it to Jesus, boy. His fathers eyes were red, his jaw grizzled. Give the matter to Christ, just like we done gave John over to Him.
Rennas heart was with the family, but she suddenly felt like an intruder. The Websters needed their privacy. Stepping back, she gave them each a sympathetic smile before moving away.
Walking to the other side of the room now, Renna sat down on the edge of Mr. Blackeyess bed and sponged him down again. Afterward, she checked his head woundnearly a three-inch gash above his left ear. It had needed to be sutured, and Dr. Hamilton
had seen to that when Mr. Blackeyes was first admitted. Unknown Male was the name on his chart. Most unknowns didnt survive, so Renna was heartened that Mr. Blackeyess prognosis seemed promising.
Now if only his fever would break. If only hed regain consciousness and pneumonia wouldnt set in.
Momentarily closing her eyes, Renna prayed for Gods healing of this man. She had been praying earnestly for the last week. Why she felt so burdened for him, she couldnt say, but she was.
Suddenly an abrupt command broke her thoughts. Nurse Fields? Nurse Fields, you may go. Im on duty now.
Renna glanced at the doorway where Nurse Rutledge, the night nurse who was also her supervisor, stood. A large woman with beady, dark eyes, she had a no-nonsense way about her. That same stern disposition kept her lips in a perpetual frown.
As usual, your charts are in order.
Was that a hint of a smile? Renna guessed not.
Renna replied with a nod. She didnt dislike the night supervisor, although she wasnt fond of the womans overbearing manner. Still, Nurse Rutledge was in charge. Thank you, maam. Ill just finish up here, and then Ill be on my way.
The older woman came up alongside her. The first rule in nursing is, do not get emotionally attached to your patients. You know that.
Renna rinsed the fever rag once more and draped it across Mr. Blackeyess forehead. Im not getting emotionally attached. Renna felt her conscience prick. Im just . . . well, Im burdened for this man. In the spiritual sense.
Humph! Call it what you will, Nurse Fields, but I happen to think youre much too emotional and far too sensitive. Its a wonder youve lasted in nursing this long. Why, I heard from the other nurses on duty today that you were crying with the Webster
family over their boy. She sniffed in what seemed like disgust. A nurse must never let her emotions get in the way of her duty, Nurse Fields.
Yes, maam. Renna endured the rebuke. Shed heard it many times before.
Nurse Rutledge squared her wide shoulders. Now, may I suggest that you leave your burden right here in this hospital bed and go home and get some rest? Youre due back here at six a.m., and Ill expect you promptly!
Renna nodded. Then, with a backward glance at Mr. Blackeyes, she left the sick ward. She gathered her things and made her way to the hospitals main entrance. Outside, she paused and breathed deeply. The air was thick and humid, but it was free from the chloroform and antiseptics that shed smelled all day.
She spied a hired hackney, and within minutes, Renna rode the mile to the home she shared with her parents. She was the oldest child in the family, but at the age of thirty, Renna was what society termed a spinster. Her two younger sisters were married and
producing children galore, and her one younger brother and his wife were now expecting their first baby.
Renna loved all her nieces and nephews. They filled her empty arms when she wasnt nursing, and Jesus filled her heart. Time and time again, however, Renna was asked by a young niece or nephew, Why didnt you ever get married, Auntie Renna? And
her reply was always, I never fell in love.
But the truth of the matter was no man would have hereven if she had fallen in love. The large purplish birthmark on the left side of her face deterred every eligible bachelor. The unsightly thing came down her otherwise flawless cheek to the side of her
nose and then around down to her jaw, like an ugly purple horseshoe branded into her face. One would think shed be accustomed to the gawks, stares, and pitying glances sent her way at social functions, but they unnerved her. All dressed up and looking her
prettiest, Renna still felt marred and uncomely under the scrutiny of her peersespecially when she was in the company of eligible men to whom she was supposed to be attractive and charming. Renna never felt she was either of those.
Nursing, however, was different. In the hospital Renna felt confident of her abilities. Moreover, her patients were usually too sick or in too much pain to be concerned with her ugly birthmark.
Rather, they just wanted her care and sensitivity, and thats what Renna thought she did best . . . in spite of what Nurse Rutledge said about her being too emotional and too sensitive. God in all His grace had given Renna a wondrous work in nursing, and it pleased her to be used in that way. What more could she want? And yet latelylately Renna desired something more. Was it a sin to feel discontented after so many happy years of nursing?
The carriage stopped in front of Rennas house. She climbed out, paid the driver, and then turned to open the little white gate of the matching picket fence around the front yard. A slight breeze blew, and Renna thought it felt marvelous after her sweltering day on the second floor of the hospital.
Well, there you are, dear. Her mother, Johanna Fields, stood with a pair of shears in her hand. She had obviously been pruning the flowers that graced the edge of the wide front porch. Youre late tonight, Renna. She studied her daughter. Mr. Blackeyes? Is he . . . ?
Hes still alive. She stepped toward her mother. Dr. Hamilton thinks he may even live, except he has an awful fever now. Were hoping it breaks by morning and thatpneumonia doesnt set in.
Oh, dear . . . Mum shook her head sadly. Well, well keep praying, wont we?
Renna gave a nod before Mum hooked arms and led her into the house.
Ive made a light dinner tonight, Renna. Help yourself.
I appreciate it, but Im too tired to eat.
But you need some nourishment. Mum fixed a plate of cold beef, sliced tomatoes, and a crusty roll. Here, sit down at the table.
Renna allowed her mother to help her into the chair. After one bite she realized how ravenous she was and cleaned the plate. Minutes later her sister Elizabeth walked in with her twin daughters, Mary and Helena. Delight spread through Renna as the girls toddled into the kitchen.
Hello, darlings. She gave each a hug before smiling up at her younger sister.
Renna, you look exhausted. Elizabeth shook her head vehemently, causing strands of her light brown hair to escape their pinning. Youll be old before your time.
And what would you have me do? Sit around the house all day, twiddling my thumbs? Seeing her sisters injured expression, she softened her voice. Im sorry. I guess Im more tired than I thought.
Elizabeth smiled. Alls forgiven.
Renna struggled to her feet. Her entire body ached from her long shift. Ill have to visit another time. Im going up to bed.
After bidding everyone a good night, Renna climbed the steps leading to the second floor. In her small bedroom she poured water from the large pitcher on her bureau into the chamber basin and then washed away the days heat. She pulled her cool, cotton nightgown over her head then took her Bible off the nightstand and continued her reading in John chapter 9. Renna realized as she read that physical ailments allowed God to show His glory, and she marveled as she read about the blind man who by simple faith and obedience regained his sight.
She bowed her head. Oh, Lord, that You might heal Mr. Black-eyes. That You might show Your power to those who dont believe by healing him. Renna paused to remember her other patients then. And please rain down Your peace that passeth all understanding on the Websters tonight.
Despite the fact her eyelids threatened to close, Renna finished her Bible reading. She turned down the lamp as a breeze ruffled the curtains. Somehow Renna knew that John Webster would not be in her sick ward tomorrow morning. Nor would his family be there. Somehow Renna knew that John was with the Savior already.
But Mr. Blackeyes . . . why, he might not be a believer. It pained Renna to think of him spending an eternity apart from God.
Please heal him, Lord, she prayed as she crawled into bed. She allowed her eyes to finally shut, and the darkly handsome stranger who lay fighting for his life was the last person on Rennas thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.